Imagine millions of minds dreaming in the same ocean of thought.
Not side by side and not separated by any true distance, but layered atop one another, drifting through the same vast and formless expanse while each remained convinced of its own completeness.
Every dream believed itself whole, stable, self contained, its dreamer unaware that what felt like a universe was only a fragile bubble of perception slowly solidifying into worlds, regions, galaxies, and endless stretches of reality that existed only because they were believed to.
Normally, the currents of that ocean kept those dreams apart, guiding them along invisible paths that never truly intersected, preserving the illusion of isolation that allowed each reality to remain intact.
The ocean itself was ancient and indifferent, neither benevolent nor malicious, carrying all dreams without preference and without restraint, allowing them to exist so long as they did not disturb one another.
